"Anyone?" shouted Shi Yuanji.

A thick white mist enveloped him, and this feeling was like the unique darkness when Xuan Ming used the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Essence Technique. Although I can't see anything, I can feel the flowing touch, like being immersed in flowing water, and like the cold wind of autumn.

I'm in a dream, but why can't I get out of this dream?" Shi Yuan Jixin said.

He had to walk aimlessly in the fog, and after a long time, he faintly saw a figure.

He chased after him without hesitation!

If I find this man, I'll wake up, he thought as he should.

"Don't come here!" said the figure in the fog emotionlessly.

Shi Yuanji stopped and said in confusion, "Why?

"I won't hurt you, but you still can't come to me, because you're not ready. ”

"I just want to wake up from my dream, you can't stop me. Shi Yuanji was very angry, why did the phantom in the dream point fingers at him, he is the master of the dream.

He walked up to the figure angrily, and was about to scold him, but he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

That man is himself!

"Surprised?" The phantom looked exactly the same as Shi Yuanji, but his eyes were ethereal and his demeanor was dashing, which was obviously not the temperament that a ten-year-old boy could have.

“...... Who are you?"

The Phantom was obviously disappointed with Shi Yuanji's performance, and he said, "I said, you weren't ready, otherwise you wouldn't have asked such a stupid question. ”

"It seems that Xuan Ming has had a great influence on you, making you mature prematurely, which is why you came here in a daze. ”

Shi Yuanji was at a loss, so he had to look at him in surprise and remain silent.

The phantom walked towards Shi Yuanji step by step, and said helplessly: "But since you have found me, I have no choice. Alas, fate, it is so unpredictable. ”

Shi Yuanji watched the phantom slowly walk towards him, but he couldn't resist. The phantom's figure gradually blurred, turning into a puff of black smoke that burrowed into Shi Yuanji's body.

Shi Yuanji woke up from his dream and sat on the bed panting incessantly.

"What's the matter, Yuanji?" Mi Sida had been guarding by his side, and hurriedly came to the bedside to check.

Shi Yuanji didn't reply, just stretched out his hand to the candle next to the bed, only to see that the candle flame was still burning, but the light gathered together as if he had a spiritual intelligence, forming a silver-white ball.

"Mana condensed into a Taisu spell?" Mi Sida hurriedly set up a large array in the room, lest the partition wall have ears.

He looked at Shi Yuanji, excited and scared. Excitedly, after so many years, he finally knew the meaning of Shi Yuanji's birth. But at the same time, he also understands Xihe's fate.

He was really created by Taixu to replace Xihe, and this sentence lingered in Mi Sida's heart for a long time, making him feel cold in his heart. He suddenly had a sinister thought, anyway, Shi Yuanji was just a ten-year-old child, if he cheated his spell and killed him again, wouldn't Xihe not need to die?

Thinking of this, Mi Sida's evil thoughts suddenly rose, and he looked at Shi Yuanji as if he had just woken up, and felt very sour in his heart.

"Ten years, it's been ten years since I met you. Mi Sida muttered to himself, although the killing intent was still there, he couldn't do it.

"Master, I'm so thirsty. Shi Yuanji said weakly.

Mi Sida handed Shi Yuanji a teacup, watched him finish drinking, and was about to think of asking him to tell the mystery of that spell, but found that Shi Yuanji's temperament had completely changed.

At this time, Shi Yuanji's eyes were ethereal, and his face was expressionless,

"Who are you?" Mi Sida said in a stunned posture.

"Me?" Shi Yuanji said unhurriedly. "You've given me a lot of names, but I don't like them. ”

The killing intent in Mi Sida's heart disappeared, only endless worries surrounded him, and he roared at the strange and familiar child in front of him: "Where is Yuanji?

"You don't know why you have such strong mortal feelings, are you worried about him?" Shi Yuanji said emotionlessly.

"But didn't you just want to get your hands on the spell and then kill him, and why were you so worried about him now? ”

"You ......" Misida saw for the first time an opponent that made him creepy, too strong to resist.

Everything about himself is unreservedly perceived by this person, and this feeling is like an ant being stared at by a giant.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

"You call me too void. Shi Yuanji still replied in an emotionless tone. "Have you forgotten me for so long?"

"You're here! I thought you didn't care about anything. I don't care about the battle between Chaos and Xuanming, I don't care about the war between the Ming God and the unknown God, and I don't care about the life and death of all things in this universe!"

Misida poured out resentment, he had a monstrous hatred for the person in front of him, so much so that his facial features were distorted.

'Shi Yuanji' was still expressionless, and said coldly: "I really don't care, what you said means nothing to me." ”

"Whether it's Chaos refining me into the One, or Xuan Ying turning me into annihilation, or the intrigue between you gods, I don't care. ”

"Then why did you show up, and why did you create this mortal child again?" Mishida couldn't control himself anymore and shouted hysterically.

"You say you don't care, then you continue to watch coldly. Watch us struggle for survival, watch us do everything we can to prevent this universe from being destroyed, you keep watching!"

After Mi Sida poured out his anger, he sat down in his chair, panting, and no longer bothered with 'Shi Yuanji'.

"Death is what you fear the most. "'Shi Yuanji' looked at Mi Sida sharply and said calmly. "In this universe, no one can be immortal except Chaos and the Occult, and your painful struggles are meaningless. ”

Misida gave up all resistance.

"I can't tell you, we have chosen a completely different path. You're high, you're great, I can't do it!"

"Now, Shi Yuanji will come back, and I will dispose of it myself. ”

Shi Yuanji asked suspiciously, "Have you already made your choice?"

Misida leaned into his chair decadently and muttered, "Choice? That kind of extravagant thing is something that you immortal guys can have, how can we choose?"

"When you created Xihe, it was your choice, did Xihe have a choice? Now that you created Shi Yuanji, do I have a choice?"

Shi Yuanji held the teacup, took a sip, the cold expression on his face seemed to melt a little, and said quietly: "Actually, you have always known what the right choice is, and you have always known it." This is also the reason why among the hundreds of doppelgangers of Xi and you, you are the only one who has survived until now. ”

"Yes, I know. Mi Sida stopped complaining, stood up and walked up to 'Shi Yuanji' and said, "But the right path is always difficult to take, isn't it?"

"You let him be a mortal to take on such a big responsibility, can he bear it? What is your intention?"

Shi Yuanji sneered: "Very good, it seems that things have developed according to my expectations." I'll give him back to you, and you'll go the hard way. ”

"Bastard, answer my question!" Mi Sida watched Shi Yuanji regain his senses, and his question might not be answered again.

Arrogant guy, Mi Sida belly slandered.

Shi Yuanji woke up from his deep sleep, and the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground. Mi Sida's eyes were quick, he took the teacup, comforted him, and said, "Child, are you okay?"

"Master, I had a dream. Shi Yuanji whispered. "I dreamed of a man in the fog, and he turned into black smoke and got into my head, and then I learned a spell. ”

"Just now, I woke up and used that spell, which is called the Returning Spell. Why can't I remember now, when did this teacup get to me?"

"It's okay, I don't remember. Mi Sida breathed a long sigh of relief and educated him seriously. "Yuanji, don't tell anyone about this Guiyuan curse, and don't reveal it, otherwise you will be killed, understand?"

"Is it a scary thing? I'll forget about it. Mi Sida's words frightened Shi Yuanji, and he hurriedly replied.

"No, don't forget it, don't say it, don't even tell me. Someday in the future, maybe you'll need it. ”

Of course, it is not best to use it, Mi Sida sighed and said in his heart.